Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1489: ~You’re supposed to misbehave, My Sexy Wolfy: Part-1~

Seeing her husband with just one hand and a broken body shattered something deep inside Liora, something fragile she did not even know she was still protecting.

Which woman could remain sane after witnessing that sight, after seeing the man who once stood like an unbreakable wall reduced to blood, silence, and stillness before her eyes?

Liora almost lost herself there, her breath catching, her chest tightening until it hurt.

This was her beloved husband, the man who taught her what it meant to feel every emotion fully, who shielded their family without hesitation, who loved her with a devotion she never believed she deserved.

He had protected their son with the same fierce tenderness, and now he lay there broken. Her nails dug into her palms as she fought the urge to scream, to collapse, to tear the world apart for realising what it had taken from her.

The only reason she managed to stay sane was because she was not alone. The other women stood with her, close enough that she could feel their presence, their warmth, their shared grief.

They gave her shoulders to lean on when her knees threatened to give out, and whispered words meant to cool the fire raging inside her chest, words meant to keep her from drowning in rage and despair.

”Liora, He will wake up... Look at you, not eating, he would be devastated if he saw you like this? Do you want to be seen weak before him?”

Especially Maelona, who understood Liora better than anyone else there. Maelona knew her silence, her trembling, the way her eyes burned when she was holding herself together by sheer will alone.

If not for her steady presence, Liora was not sure what would have become of her, or what terrible choice she might have made in that moment.

If she had known where the fucking Eternal Prison was, she would have gone there without a second thought. She would have walked straight into hell itself if it meant dragging answers out of it, if it meant reclaiming what had been stolen from her.

Pain, danger, death, none of it would have mattered!!!

But fate offered her no such path... The Eternal Prison was nowhere to be found, as if it had never existed at all.

Not even the Elven Archives held a trace of it, not a single forgotten record!

What was she supposed to do then, other than wait, when waiting felt like slow torture carved into her bones?

So she waited, reluctantly and furiously, every second grinding against her nerves. She watched her husband’s chest rise and fall, praying for his eyes to open, imagining the moment he would finally wake.

She pictured herself holding him, pressing close, surrounding him with love so overwhelming that it would drown out the pain, with desire so fierce that it reminded him he was alive, wanted, and cherished beyond measure.

She wanted to take care of Aether day and night, to be the first face he saw, the last presence he felt. Yet the other bitches refused to let her have him all to herself.

Just like her, they demanded their time, their closeness, their claim, and it only further fueled her irritation further.

Her anger worsened when she heard Nightfire acting as Aether for the marriage. The very idea twisted her stomach. Of course, it pissed her off beyond reason, and she rejected it immediately... Yet the real betrayal came from her own fucking son.

”Mother, you had to do it for the Empire!”

Damn that brat!

He had started going against her!

It felt like being manipulated all over again, just like during her first marriage, when her choices had been stripped away piece by piece.

They twisted their words carefully, hiding behind Aether’s name, using Aether this and Aether that until resistance felt impossible. She had no choice but to comply because ruining Aether’s name was the one thing she would never forgive herself for doing, no matter how furious she felt.

And then, as if the world itself finally showed her mercy, Aether appeared.

The real fucking Aether!!

The moment he stepped forward, something heavy inside her chest loosened, the emptiness fading as warmth flooded back into her heart.

This day burned itself into her memory, a moment she knew she would carry with her for the rest of her life, no matter how much time passed... He appeared before her with love and care!

His ethereal form before everyone stole the breath from her lungs. He looked unreal, radiant, wrapped in a beauty that made her knees weak and her thoughts dangerous. For a heartbeat, she nearly lost control, desire roaring through her veins, urging her to claim him without shame or restraint.

Her lips parted as she watched him move, gentle flames dancing around his body, light and heat weaving together as if responding to his presence alone. The sight made her mouth go dry, her pulse racing with need she barely managed to contain.

Damn her husband for looking like that!! It’s hard to control herself!!

Still, she forced herself to remain composed, clinging to reason like a lifeline. She straightened her posture, steadied her breathing, and reminded herself that control was necessary, no matter how badly she wanted him.

She refused to ruin Aether’s image, refused to let her desire overshadow the miracle of his return.

He would not like that, she told herself, not now, not in front of everyone.

After all, he had only just woken up, and the last thing she wanted was to hurt him again, even if her heart and body screamed for more.

But still, when he kissed her in front of everyone, her entire body froze, a sharp inhale trapped in her throat. Her muscles trembled as a strange sensation bloomed inside her chest, unfamiliar yet overwhelming, as if she were finally feeling what a bride was meant to feel.

It was not just desire, not just relief, but something warmer, heavier, and frighteningly intimate.

Before she could think, before reason could catch up with instinct, hunger surged through her veins. Her body moved on its own, leaping toward him without hesitation, driven by a need she no longer bothered to deny.

Then why did she give Aria heads up first?

It was not generosity, not kindness, and certainly not selflessness.

Liora knew exactly what she was doing.

Letting Aria go first meant she would be drained halfway through the night, exhausted and satisfied enough to surrender the rest.

What remained after that would belong entirely to her!!

Liora might not have known tactics on a battlefield, nor possessed the sharpest tongue in politics, but when it came to Aether, she understood him instinctively.

She knew how to draw him in, how to claim him without force!

She had always been sly like that.

Now she stood on the rooftop, the gentle breeze brushing against her skin as moonlight washed over the stone beneath her feet. She waited in silence, calm and patient, her eyes fixed on the tree before her....

Just as she predicted, Aria, the little elf, could not stand any longer, and Aether arrived at her without her needing to say a single word.

And...

”I will hunt down whoever hurt you. I will...” Her teeth clenched as her multicoloured eyes glowed dangerously.

”I promise you.”

She told what she wanted to say all this time!

”...” There was a deep silence between them.

”I think... I turned on.”

Moments earlier, her furious eyes blinked as her ears twitched in confusion... What did she just hear?

Her gaze dropped, slowly, deliberately, to his crotch, where a prominent tent strained against his clothing.

Her lips curled into a knowing smirk as heat pooled low in her body.

She stepped closer, her voice lowering into a seductive whisper as her fingers brushed over the bulge, slow and teasing.

”My husband is insatiable... isn’t he?”

Aether’s lips curved upward, amusement flickering in his eyes. ”Having such a cute wolfy,” he replied softly, leaning closer until their breaths mingled,

”There’s no way I could stay silent. Especially when she gets all shy and flustered after we got married.”

Liora’s cheeks flushed instantly, heat rushing to her face. ”Don’t be mean,” she protested with embrassed face,

”I... I wasn’t shy at all.”

After all, she had been the one who pushed him down in front of everyone.

How could he possibly call that shyness?

No way.

Absolutely not!

Yet in Aether’s eyes, the truth lingered clearly.

The moment he kissed her in front of everyone, he had seen it.

The faint blush... The subtle tension in her body...

It was mild, barely noticeable, but he noticed everything about her. Even after all they had done together, that moment of embarrassment had struck deeper than anything else.

That image etched itself into his mind, refusing to fade. He knew he would never forget it, not ever, and part of him wondered if she would ever show that side of herself again.

Aether smiled gently as his gaze traced her once more, lingering on the curves beneath her clothes, fabric that struggled to hide her form no matter how it clung.

”Still wearing the engagement clothes,” he murmured. ”That’s practically a crime, you know.” His hand tightened around her ass, possessive and deliberate.

Liora smirked, her tail swaying proudly behind her as she leaned closer, her breath warm against his lips.

”What crime?” she whispered, her fingers curling into his clothes as her eyes glittered with intent.

Her voice dropped into something darker, more velvety and dangerous.

”Tell me, husband. Enlighten me~”

Aether’s thumb dragged deliberately along the underside of her tail’s base.... that one devastating spot he’d discovered months ago and had been ruthlessly exploiting ever since.

Liora sucked in a hiss through her teeth, hips jerking forward involuntarily. Her hands flexed against his chest.

”Wearing clothes that scream ’newlywed bride’...” he murmured, mouth brushing the lobe of her ear, ”...while looking like you’re two seconds away from fucking me against this parapet in front of the entire sleeping city.”

Grrll~

A low, dangerous, thirsty growl started in her throat.

”I’m not the one who walked out here looking like this,” she shot back, teasing the tent with a rough voice.

”Look at you. You’re hard. You’re still fucking hard as rock, Aether. How am I supposed to behave when you look like that?”

He chuckled with a hungry that deep, quiet sound that always made the back of her knees weak.

And suddenly his single was gripping her ass, lifting her clean off the ground like she weighed nothing.

Liora yelped, more startled than she wanted to admit, legs automatically locking around his waist... surprised with his single hand, he held her like nothing.

”You’re supposed to misbehave, My Sexy Wolfy~” he said simply, walking her backwards until her back met cold stone.

”That’s what I married you for.”

”Is it?” she breathed, even as her hands were already tearing at the laces of his robe.

”Maybe I should misbehave even more~”

As her slutty, seductive voice teased his ears.

”So fucking beautiful... My wolfy~”

Aether muttered, staring into her eyes. She was fucking gorgeous wearing these clothes with that naughty expression... even more gorgeous!

Liora’s cheeks turned beet red hearing those lovely words that filled with love and lust too much for her!!

She couldn’t control herself anymore; she was already dripping down there!

She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. ”Not as beautiful as you.... My fucking handsome husy~” she whispered, her tails curling around his waist possessively.

Aether’s pulse quickened when she nick-named him... it was kind of cute~

He reached out, cupping her face, his thumb grazing her soft lips.

”Hmm~”

Then their mouths met in a slow, tentative kiss, lips parting as tongues explored gently at first. Liora’s hands slid up his chest, fingers slipping under the edge of his robe to feel the heat of his skin.

”Hmmmm~”

Slurrpp~

It was the kind of kiss that felt like he was trying to crawl inside her ribcage.

Teeth and tongue and hunger.... mixed together!

The kiss deepened, growing hungry. Aether groaned softly into her mouth, his hand fondling her ass tightly, pulling her flush against him. He felt her breasts press into his chest, her nipples hardening through the thin silk, unmistakable.

”Ahh~”

Liora moaned, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against his lips as she nipped at his bottom lip. Her tails wrapped tighter around his waist, drawing him nearer.

When they broke apart, both panting, foreheads pressed together, they stared into each other’s eyes... without needing tell a word, they understood what the other wanted.

”Hmm~”

They kissed again, but more feriously.

Aether trailed his lips down her neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin there, making her shudder.

”Hmm~”

Liora arched into him, her fingers tangling in his wet hair.

”Husband~aahh,” she breathed. He untied the sash of her clothes with deliberate slowness, letting the fabric part to expose her bare skin.

No undergarments?